Without You

So, first story. I'd thought I'd start out with some Dwangela!

He threw the bobblehead into the trash and that was it. Over. Angela stumbled back to her desk, a little dizzy. But it was for the best. Cheating on her fiancé was never a good idea.

"Angela, are you all right?" Oscar asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. I am perfectly fine. Get back to work."

Oscar mumbled something she didn't catch and started tapping at his computer.

Angela took a deep breath and continued to input the numbers. As she ducked her head to grab a pencil, she caught Andy staring at her with big puppy dog eyes, pleading her.

Ugh. Pathetic. She would much rather date-

The accountant quickly shook her head, his name dying on her tongue. It wasn't right for her to be thinking these thoughts. After all, they were broken up. He had killed her cat and she had lied to him.

There is absolutely no reason why we should be together, she reminded herself. Sometime down the road they'd have a fight and break up once again.

But she couldn't get the memories out of her mind. Their first Valentine's day together, she gave him the bobblehead. Seeing his face light up had caused her heart to suddenly fill. That same bobblehead was now in the trash can by his desk.

Andy was looking at her again, begging her take him back. Angela supposed being with him was fine. The singing was charming at first. But it happened everywhere, and it quickly got annoying.

Being with Dwight was so much better. She recalled all the times she had woken up with his arm wrapped around her, the number of times he had cooked for her, the moments when their lips would meet and she felt as if everything was right with the world.

Feeling heat form behind her eyes, she quickly stood up and hurried past the kitchen and the annex to the break room.

Angela had hoped she would be alone. Instead, Pam Beesly was sitting at one of the tables. She instantly stood up when she saw the petite woman.

"Angela?" she asked. "Are you all right?"

"Don't even try to relate to me," Angela said stiffly.

Pam stepped back like she'd been slapped across the face. "Look, I know what you're going through- "

Angela marched out of the room, not wanting to hear anymore of Pam's annoying reassurances.

Not quite sure where to go, she walked slowly out of Dunder Mifflin and down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she briskly opened the door and let the gentle breeze engulf her. It was a nice day. Why did the circumstances have to be so horrible?

Sitting down on a bench, she finally let the tears fall freely from her eyes. She sobbed as she buried her face in her hands.

God, she was just like one of those women in a truly awful sitcom. But now, sitting on this bench, crying, she just wanted Dwight back. Dwight, with his quick smile and confident attitude.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she tried to convince herself she was being silly.

So why did her heart skip a beat whenever she saw him?

Why did it bring a smile to her face when he laughed?

Why was every thought she had consumed by him?

Why couldn't she deny that she was in love with him?

There you have it. Again, my first story, probably not my best work. Also, I don't know if Pam was back from art school in this episode so we're just going to pretend she is. Please review!